"Aaand, Perfect!" Aziraphale hummed as he adjusted his headband with two small devil horns. He loved the idea of them reversing roles for Halloween. "Darling!" the Angel called. "Ready?"
"Just about," Crowley's voice said from behind a wall. "Can't," a soft growl, "get this pin in."
"Well, come out and I can assist you, darling," Aziraphale said softly.
Crowley stepped out. His hair was longer and beautifully brushed. He was wearing a white robe he was attempting to keep held up with a golden pin and there was a small harp tucked under one of his arms.
Aziraphale froze, blue eyes going incredibly wide before he pulled back in fear.
Crowley frowned, dropping the long robe (which left the demon in just pants) as he reached out towards Aziraphale. "Angel, what's going on?"
"R-raphael..." Aziraphale murmured, pulling away from Crowley's touch, incredibly scared. "You can't be...y-you died!"
Crowley remembered what Aziraphale was talking about. "Angel, angel, it's me. It's Crowley."
"You're Raphael...you must've fallen...they lied to me," Aziraphale mumbled, starting to panic.
"Angel. Breathe. Close your eyes. It's okay."
Aziraphale shook his head, glaring and moving away.
Crowley stopped. "Aziraphale. It's okay...it's Crowley..."
"No...you're not Crowley! You...you were him!" Aziraphale shouted, the walls shaking around them as the angel sniffled. "I need to talk to Gabriel..." Aziraphale sniffled, starting to break. "You left me..."
"Angel. That was thousands of years ago. I was Raphael. Now I'm Crowley."
"They told me you died..." Aziraphale said softly and looked down.
"I didn't. I Fell. I'm right here. I'm still me."
Aziraphale sniffled and nodded.
"Can I hug you, Angel?"
"Yes..."
Crowley wrapped Aziraphale in his arms, rubbing the angel's back gently.
Aziraphale was sniffling softly.
"Hey, it's okay," Crowley murmured, stroking Aziraphale's hair gently. "It's alright."
"I love you..."
"I love you too, angel."
